"Jack?"
"Daniel."
"Whacha doin'?"
"Nothing."
"Yes, you are."
"No, I'm not."
"Once again, Daniel. Whacha doing?"
"Looking at you."
"Why?"
"Because."
"Why?"
"Because I like looking at you."
"Because why?"
"Because you're a good looking guy."
"You often make a habit of looking at good looking guys?"
"Yep."
"Oh."
"That all you're going to say?"
"Maybe."
"Oh."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome."
"You're a good lookin' guy, too."
"Does that bother you?"
"Yes, Daniel, it does! It bothers me all the damn time."
"You never said."
"Air Force, Daniel. Does that mean anything to you?"
"Yep."
"And?"
"Dress blues."
"What?"
"Dress blues. That's what Air Force means to me."
"Oh. Wanna come by tonight?"
"Why?"
"Why not?"
"Only if you promise to wear the blues."
"Only if you wear your black suit."
"Is seven okay?"
"That works."
"Good."
"Oh, and Jack?"
"Yes?"
"Put your sunglasses on before you answer the door."
"Sweet."
fini
| Category: | Jack/Daniel |
| Genres: | Drabble, First Time, Humor |
| Rated: | All Ages |
| Warnings: | None |
| Series: | None |
| Summary: | How the guys would really get together. |
Author's Chapter Notes:
Drabble and a half. This fell out of my head last night, so I figured I'd share the pain. I usually hate straight dialog with nothing else included, but this just screamed for it.